No one individual can tell the truth.
WILLIAM FAULKNERI think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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At one time I thought the most important thing was talent.
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We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
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I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
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It’s all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won’t be over until tomorrow.
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You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
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I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it.
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Yes. A man will talk about how he’d like to escape from living folks. But it’s the dead folks that do him the damage. It’s the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and dont try to hold him, that he cant escape from.
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Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder.
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The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him.
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I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
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Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
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Love doesn’t die; the men and women do.
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Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
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